Ai Hui's mind was immersed in groping for his body. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info He thought of the Flower Sacrifice Technique, but he didn't know how to use it. Time passed quietly, and he also became in a trance.

When he came to his senses, he suddenly found that he was in a pillar of light at some point.

A faint red light, unusually warm, like in a mother's arms. Ai Hui, who was in a daze, saw clearly the outside of the pillar of light, like a ruin.

Where is this? What's going on?

Ai Hui suddenly became alert.

He first noticed the pillars of light around him.

He subconsciously raised his head, and then suddenly startled, his heart shocked.

The huge bloody eyes, like a huge picture scroll spread out, covered the entire sky. Ai Hui had never seen such a strange and terrifying scene, and he even had the illusion that the bloody eyes of the sky were watching him, turning like a living thing. Pillars of red light shot out of the bloody eye, enveloping him for several kilometers around him.

Ai Hui forced himself to calm down, the pattern of the bloody eyes was familiar to him, exactly the same as the bloody eyes he had seen on the bandage.

The faint red light did not hurt, but gave him a sense of warmth, as if it was protecting him.

Bandage...... The bandage had saved Ai Hui many times, and he felt inexplicably kind. The horror in his heart gradually disappeared, Ai Hui calmed down, and doubts immediately rose.

Where is this?

His gaze looked through the pillar of light, looking out.

Dilapidated, charred and barren, with no grass.

Several dilapidated palaces in front of him were in the distance, and although they were far away, Ai Hui could still see that they were already in ruins.

And not far from him is the only intact palace in the ruins. The palace was shrouded in dark clouds, and the low-hanging clouds seemed to be plucked out of their hands. In the dark clouds, rolling thunder flashed from time to time, and the silver snake was electrified. The dark clouds are surging and rushing, like ten thousand swords moving, and the sound of swords gathers, sometimes like a thin wave whispering, sometimes like an angry wave roaring, and the sword intent of Sen Ran is endless.

From time to time, thunder and sword intent escaped from the palace, sweeping across the ground, and wherever they passed, they were scorched and cracked, and scarred.

In the other direction, a small tree half a man tall stands quietly. The small tree is divided into three branches, and the whole body is like jade, green and crystalline. There are not many leaves, only nine, and the color is fresh, like the bloom of early spring. The small tree was surrounded by blue light, and suddenly, a leaf broke away from the branch and flew into the sky. Immediately the slightest drizzle of cow hair fell from the air. The drizzle of green silk moistened the dry, charred ground, and the strange thing was that the cracks in the ground gradually closed.

And just in the depths of the sky, under the huge bloody eyes, a round of golden scorching sun hung high, lonely and cold. The dazzling golden light, without the slightest warmth, was cold and piercing, like a needle.

A flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, could it be that this was in his own body?

The ruins under your feet are your own flesh and blood? The ruins of those palaces are the five mansions and eight palaces that have been destroyed? The ones that are intact are the underground palaces. The small sapling is a raw branch, and the dark cloud is the sword cloud. The golden sun hanging high is the blood of the gods?

Is this a fantasy that the bandage enters on its own?

Remembering the bizarre dream from before, the bandage is the canvas that carries the portrait of the demon god. In the past, he used to think that dream was absurd, but now he has already believed it in his heart.

I don't know what the origin of the demon god who escaped the catastrophe is?

The thoughts flashed through his mind, and his attention returned to his eyes. Although I knew it was an illusion, it was too real, whether it was the scorched and barren ground, or the ruins of the palace, as well as the raw wood branches and sword clouds, they were all so real and intuitive.

Ai Hui tried to walk towards the red pillar of light, but he didn't expect the pillar of light to move with him.

Is this a bandage to protect yourself?

Thinking in his heart, Ai Hui suddenly raised his head and looked out of the pillar of light.

He was keenly aware that the light outside was brighter than before.

Brighter ......

He looked at the scorching sun hanging beneath the bloody eye, and the scorching sun was a little brighter than before.

The icy golden light was blazing white, like a ruthless king who ruled the heavens and the earth, indifferently inspecting the earth.

The blackened and barren ground became even more dilapidated.

But when the golden light shines on the raw wood branches and the dungeon, it immediately attracts a counterattack.

The green light around the raw wood branches is becoming more and more vibrant, and the rich blue light exudes vitality. On the ground around it, tender green shoots are constantly emerging from the ground, growing buds and blooming.

In a moment's effort, it is a blossoming flower, which is very beautiful.

And the dark clouds that shrouded the dungeon were stirring and churning, and the silver thunder was like a thick silver python, shuttling and swimming in the dark clouds. The thunder rolls and the roar is incessant, shocking and terrifying. The layers of sword intent, as if they had found their target, went forward one after another, carrying silver lightning, and rushed into the sky like a tide of golden light.

Even in the red pillar of light, Ai Hui could feel how thrilling the battle between the three parties was.

He was now sure that the red pillar of light was a bandage to protect himself, and the golden light shone on the red pillar of light and disappeared without a trace.

The golden light gradually became brighter, and it was clearly enraged by the counterattack of the Raw Wood Branch and the Underground Palace Thunder Sword Cloud. The dazzling golden light almost made the outside white.

The dazzling golden light shone on the newly grown flowers and plants around the raw branches, and the vibrant flowers and plants disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But the green light of the raw wood branches is still very tenacious, and it stands still against the golden light.

The confrontation between Jian Yun and Jin Guang was much more fierce and shocking. Sen Ran's sword intent was like a tide, blasting into the sky with golden light, silver lightning shatters and golden shatters bursting out, and every collision would produce a huge roar.

The golden light continues to grow.

It is like a cold and ruthless king, domineering and vast in power, which is formidable.

Although the blood of the demon god has been in his hands for a long time, Ai Hui has also experienced the power of the demon god's armor, but it is the first time that he has faced the power of the blood of the god in front of him.

It's so powerful!

Through the pillar of light, Ai Hui could also feel its power. But for some reason, Ai Hui didn't like the aura emanating from the divine blood, even though it was so powerful, beyond Ai Hui's cognition. But in the aura of great power, there was indifference.

Indifference to life.

This is why Ai Hui doesn't like the Demon God Armor. The strength of the Demon God's armor also exudes this breath. There is not the slightest fluctuation of life, only absolute calmness, indifference to life, mundane calmness.

Ai Hui felt very uncomfortable and disliked it.

In the depths of his heart, he always felt that the demon god in the dream was an evil god. Ai Hui actually doesn't have many concepts of good and evil, people are just different positions. Whether it is a cultivator or a current Yuan cultivator, it is just the ups and downs of human beings, and they are replaced by changes. Whether it is Tianxin City or Jade Forest, it is just a difference of interests.

And the aura emitted by the blood of the gods always made him think of facing "non-humans".

Ai Hui is a human after all.

Fortunately, there were bandages, and the warm red light blocked the domineering golden light, and also allowed Ai Hui to witness the amazing scene.

The golden sun in the sky suddenly began to turn, and the dazzling golden light in the sky suddenly began to choose.

Ai Hui looked surprised.

I saw that the ubiquitous golden light suddenly began to shrink and concentrate, and they began to converge towards the sword cloud and the raw wood branches.

Two pillars of golden light that looked like substance, shrouded in emerald green raw wood branches and roaring thunderous sword clouds.

The whole body of the raw wood branches becomes more and more green and crystal clear. The rich blue light resisted the golden pillar of light. At the junction of the pillar of light and the green light, the green light is constantly turning into fly ash.

Jian Yun's counterattack was even more violent.

The angry tide gathered by Sen Ran's sword intent rushed towards the golden attention, and the golden light and shattered sword intent flew in all directions, and the rumbling sound was endless. The thick thunderbolt, like a huge silver steel fork that suddenly burst out, suddenly sank into the golden pillar of light. Ai Hui could even see the golden light of the Shattered City near the thunder.

The three parties seemed to be at a stalemate, the green light of the raw wood branches stood still, and the thunderous sword intent of the sword cloud seemed to be endless.

Time passed quietly.

Ai Hui didn't dare to relax in the slightest, he knew that although the scene in front of him seemed peaceful, it was actually extremely dangerous. And this is a conflict that happens in his body, and any change will have a great impact on his body.

He watched carefully and cautiously for any change.

The golden pillars of light became brighter and more condensed, and Ai Hui felt like two golden transparent crystal pillars, and the light in the pillars of light slowly flowed.

The green light of the raw branches began to be unsupportable, revealing a decline and began to shrink.

The thunder in the sword cloud has also become less fierce than before, and it has also shown a tendency to be powerless.

Ai Hui was a little nervous.

If both Shengmu Zhi and Jian Yun are defeated by the blood of the gods, what will become of them?

Blood cultivation?

This is a result that Ai Hui is unwilling to accept no matter what. After confirming that there is a connection between the divine blood and the divine blood, Ai Hui is most worried and feared about the divine blood.

However, he found himself unable to do anything at all.

He tried to walk towards Jian Yun, but found that once he got close to the dungeon, he couldn't get an inch.

The bloody eyes in the sky seemed to limit the range of his movements.

Ai Hui was a little disappointed, he had planned to use the red pillar of light to help Sheng Muzhi and Jian Yun.

It seems that this method does not work.

At this moment, the green light of the raw wood branch finally couldn't hold on, and the last ray of green light was annihilated, and the raw wood branch was completely exposed to the transparent golden pillar of light.

Ai Hui was shocked.

I saw a domineering golden light, shining directly on the raw wood branches.

The emerald green branches of the raw wood suddenly froze, and the edges of the tender green branches and leaves became dry yellow and charred black, and then turned into wisps of green smoke. These rising green smoke tore out long phantoms in the golden pillars of light.

The golden light devoured the raw wood branches at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The shadows in the golden light became clearer and clearer, and they were condensed but not dispersed, as if engraved in the golden pillar of light.

Is that......

Ai Hui's gaze was attracted by the phantom shadow in the golden light, and his head buzzed, as if he had cast a fixed body method. He stared intently, greedily and carefully at the phantom shadow of the blue smoke in the golden light, lest he miss a single detail.